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She guarded her mother, or at least she had liked to think so. “Eight, Cavendish Square. I felt as though I had bandaged eyes. She had a nut-brown skin, a swarthy upper lip, a merry black eye, a prominent bust, and a tun-like circumference of waist. "You are my prisoner. There was a look in her eyes which puzzled him.
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